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Jinx makes a cupcake	By : RFsych101 Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 503 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story contains fictional depictions of non-con, violence, etc.. I do not condone or support any such actions in real life. This is purely a work of fiction for mature audiences.

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Vi awoke in the dark. She tried to look around, to get her bearings, but the room was dark. It was like she was in some small room, dusty. Dirty. She was still strapped to a chair, and had her wrists, waist and ankles bound in straps. She lifted her head slowly and saw light bleeding through two seams in the wall.
Peepholes. The type people would look through secretly. There were muffled sounds, voices on the other side, but Vi couldn’t make out what they were. She could feel her fear and anxiety rising. Her last memory being of Jinx finishing having her way with her. But also, Caitlyn. Caitlyn, having that strange pink shimmer in her eyes, the strange jitters, or spasms in her step, and that strange conversation where Jinx asked her if she remembered what she had to do, to ‘help’ the people of Zaun, those who really needed her. Before she could think more of what that meant, she realized there was a figure behind her. It slowly crept up past her, revealing Jinx, smiling down at her in the dark, her face illuminated by the shimmer, and her grin. She took a quick look through the higher peephole, smiled, and then looked down at Vi with a mix of cruelty, happiness and glee.
“Show’s about to start, sis,” she said in an excited whisper, using one hand to pull Vi closer to the lower peephole. “You’ll want to see this. You’ll be so proud of her.”
Vi knew who she was talking about, and could barely manage to speak, still processing everything and fearing what was to come.
“Jinx, what have you done with—“ Jinx put a finger to her mouth, firm but soft.
“Shhhh, sis. I haven’t done anything. She was a piltie. She was just like the rest of them. She said she wanted to help, but I don’t think she really meant it. Or maybe she did, but didn’t know how. Who knows. Either way, it doesn’t matter, sis. I fixed her, so now she can help the people who really need her,” Jinx tried to stifle a grin as she finished.
Then, a speaker crackled overhead. It was in the room on the other side, but Vi could still hear it.
“Ladies and gentlemen and people of the lanes — the moment we’ve all been waiting for and are excited to see…”

Vi swallowed and reluctantly put her face to the peephole as it continued.

“…a special gift. Brought straight from the heart of Piltover. Wrapped up just for you!”
Jinx giggled, looking as though she were about to burst.
“This is gonna be so much fun, sis. See all those people, they’re the ones who really need help. The losers who live in the brothel cuz they got no lives of their own. The people who need some happiness in their lives. These are the people who really need help the most.”
“Brothel?” Vi said, sparing glance at Jinx before looking and then seeing through the peephole. It was some kind of ball room. About 30 square feet, with dark red walls, tacky designed wallpaper, decorative purple curtains, with some dirty yellow lamps illuminating the room, giving it an eerie warm glow. The dark brown ceiling was high, about 15-20 feet high, and there seemed to be some kind of hatch on the ceiling. And all around the walls were crowds of people. It was hard to make them out, but they looked like the kind of people that belonged in the lanes, with some wearing masks and others not wearing them, but their faces obscured by the distorted lighting and cigar and cigarette smoke. They were all talking and murmuring, but then, Vi saw them stop, one by one, as they looked up at the ceiling, at the hatch, where something was apparently going to be lowered. When that happened, the lights dimmed slightly, and the crowd grew quiet. Not respectful, just expectant. Like the rush before a coming riot.

The announcer’s voice then cooed from the speaker:

“And now, what you’ve all been waiting for… a gift from Piltover.”
“A present.”
“A living apology for all the wrong Piltover has done to us.”
“A Gift.”
“All wrapped up in red string…”
“…here for you!”

The music then swelled—an absurdly jovial melody, clashing bells, twists horns blaring, almost like a parody, or some tune that was played at a celebratory or comedic event.
The hatch at the ceiling then opened, with Vi straining her eyes to see. Something was being lowered.
No, not something.
Someone.
Caitlyn.
Vi’s eyes burned. For a brief moment, she remembered something. That night at the council building. She remembered Caitlyn, in her Enforcer uniform, speaking up and passionately speaking up for the people of Zaun. Telling the Council how Piltover had failed the people of Zaun, and how they needed to do better. She remembered the passion and conviction in Caitlyn’s voice, and how much she meant what she said. She then closed her eyes to shut out the memory of when she left her in the rain to head back to Zaun. The commotion made her open her eyes on instinct, and she stared, transfixed, at her.
At Caitlyn.
She was suspended on a chain. Naked. hogtied, arms and legs bent back, body looped in crimson string — the very same crimson string Vi remembered her using on the map in her bedroom, the one used to track criminals.
The string wound around her ankles, thighs, ribs, neck — crisscrossed across her breasts, between her legs, cutting against her skin just enough to leave red impressions but not too tight as to break the skin.
She rotated in midair slowly, suspended above everyone. The lights brightened slightly, just enough to illuminate her sweat-slicked skin.
But it wasn’t the sight of the idealistic Enforcer tied up like a pig on a spit that horrified Vi the most.
Or the fact that she’d been stripped completely naked, no.
It was the look on her face.
Her eyes were wide, letting her blue eyes shine against the dark red room illuminated by the yellow lamps.
It wasn’t her biting her lower lip with stands of blue hair matted on her face as she turned her head from one direction to another, as if trying to see everyone all around her.
She was smiling.
Not calmly. Or even knowingly.
Smiling as if trying to contain a laugh.
It was a giddy, broken, shimmer-warped grin, lips twitching, as though trying to suppress some feral emotion she could not for the life of her understand.
Then, amidst, the growing murmurs, she spoke:

“Hi…” she said, as if trying to speak over the growing voices and music, “I’m here to help you… to help… the people of Zaun.”

As she finished, she twitched once more—her back arching involuntarily—and gave a short, breathy laugh that sounded so unlike her. That sounded more like Jinx’s deranged cackle. She then swallowed, as if trying to compose herself, but still wearing that expression of trying to suppress another laugh.
The crowd fell silent for the briefest moment, and then, it exploded. In laughter.
Then cheering. Whistles, screams. Coins being thrown to the centre of the floor.
Looking around, seemingly confused, she tried again.
“I’m.. I’m here to help? To help.. the people of Zaun.”
As she finished, she moaned softly as her hips twitched in the bindings as she tried to keep her head up to look around questioningly.
For just a second, her smiled faltered, as if she were about to remember something.
But then, almost instantly, a twitch shot through her, her lip trembled, her eyes, originally blue but now having a faint pink red glow of red, sparkled.
As that happened, it looks like she was about to cry, her brow furrowing, confusion, panic, as if something inside of her was trying to push itself out.
But then, the shimmer in her veins asserted their presence, causing her eyes to widen, as if she just realized something.
And then—she burst into laughter. Squeaky, high, sharp.
“Oh—hehe, ahhhh! Is… is it warm? I feel warm!” She said, half to herself, half to the room, in her Piltover accent.
As she laughed, the crowd laughed with her.
Or rather, at her.
Some thought it was part of some act. But most… most didn’t care.
Some were pointing and turning to one another and laughing, while others tried to cover their mouths because they were laughing so hard.
For Vi, it was too hard to see, and rather than continue looking, she dropped her gaze through the peephole, despondent as she sobbed at the sight of the one good person she saw having been dismantled and turned into some object or ridicule to be laughed at by the very people she’d wanted to help. She could believe this was happening. That Jinx would do something like that. She couldn’t look anymore, and just shut her eyes and withdrew into herself. Jinx seemingly didn’t notice, as she was laughing and cheering from behind the wall.
As the laughter continued, Caitlyn’s body jerked as she tried to stain her neck to look up to see the pulley system lowering her closer to the floor.
Closer to the people.
It stopped just above the heads of the front row. As it did, the crowd surrounding her slowly drew closer.
Dozens of hands reached for her.
Hands grasped at her thighs. Some cupped and squeezed her breasts. Another grabbed at her feet, and one squeezed their hand under a line of red string to grope her rear.
And every time her body was touched—
Her body jolted.
And every time her body jolted—
She was hit with a rush of dopamine, as if an aphrodisiac had been injected directly into her body and brain.
And when that happened, her back arched and her lips parted. The sensations were driving her haywire. It felt like she was touched with an ice cube, but at the same time, felt a burning sensation throughout her body.
It was a shimmer-triggered wave of euphoria that pulsed through her like a spark.
One that would not pass through her system, as Jinx had injected a special cocktail mix into her, and used electro shocks to all but bake it into her body, making it a permanent composition within her. Chemically altering her body, her nerves, even her brain on some level. Her blood was a mixture of shimmer and special chemicals that Jinx had put together just for her.
As the euphoria washed through her, she moaned at first, biting her lower lip, as if trying to control her body’s reactions. But after a few seconds of futility, she let out a laugh. A giggling, tortured laugh. And then moaned again. And laughed. Again. Sweat was now encasing her body.
“Oh, Ahhh! Easy, easy! Just a minute, I just- ahhhh! Oh, please, I just want to help all of — Oh, hahahh!”
She didn’t know what she was saying.
Or why her eyes, now alternating between her blue and a flashing pink, were watery, as if she were about to cry—
—while she laughed for reasons she still couldn’t place.
She just knew that it somehow felt right.
That her body… somehow, felt right.
And her mind… was slowly staring to listing to her body.
The crowd then grew even more frenzied.
The multiple hands exploring and grabbing at her body caused her to swing slightly from one side to another, causing the crowd to cheer and erupt into laughter.
As she swung back and forth, some of them pushed at her thighs, causing her to spin like a helicopter while she swung from one side to another. As she got to one side, some would hold on or grope her before pushing her back to swing across the room. As it continued, they spun her faster, making her spin comically, as her hair followed her around, like some blue flame trying to keep up. One female client held her and kissed her roughly on the face before letting her go to swing across the room. The sight was as comedic as it was disturbing, as she swung, naked and hog tied in her own string, like a pendulum from one end of the crowd to another, with each side pushing her in a slightly different direction, trying to make sure she reached every side of the room. She laughed in response to their laughter, although she was not sure why a part of her thought she should be angry, or cry. But the shimmer twitches stopped her from dwelling on those thoughts.
After some time, the loudspeaker voice rang out:

“Well, it’s time, one of you lucky people are going to take her into the lover’s room,”

“But not for keeps… only for a while.”
“One night! One night with the Piltie Saint!”
“One night with the girl who’ll never say no,”

“One night with the girl who’s Piltover’s forever apology to all of us!”
The crowd cheered louder and louder as the announcement ended.
Then, the crowd grew quiet, not out of respect, but anticipation and hunger, as a yellow spotlight scanned the crowd as a wheel next to a rigged machine began to spin.
It kept spinning, with everyone staring intently as they cheered.
The spinner then stopped.
A buzzer ran out.
And then, a cheer rang out as a man stumbled forward.
Caitlyn, recovering from her laughing fit, took several deep breaths as she looked down at the person staring up at her. She shook her head, to try and shake some loose strands of hair that had fallen over her face. She succeeded, but the movement caused another spasm to course through her, making her bite her lower lip to keep from laughing again, her body and ribs already sore from her earlier laughing ordeal.
He was thin. His skin was patchy with rot from shimmer.
His dirty grey shirt hung off one shoulder, and his fingers twitched from withdrawal.
In truth, he looked like he was weeks away from dying.
Looking up at her with blood strained eyes, he smiled. A hungry, wanting smile. He then reached up, as if not able to wait. As he did so, the people around him clapped as they laughed.
As Caitlyn looked down at the person reaching up at him, something in her paused. And for a moment, she felt something when she looked at the pitiful figure. She felt…
…moved? Or was it…pity? Sympathy? Was that it?
The shimmer ignited in her again. Like a hiccup, something that came without warning and jolted through her body in a flash.
She giggled suddenly, her eyes having that faint pink glow of shimmer to complement her blue eyes. She then said, in a haggard breath but soft voice:

“Do you… need me? If you do.. I can, help you. I can help… all of you.”
She said it in a kind voice, at least she thought she did, so she wasn’t sure why some people in the crowd were still laughing at, no, with her.
The ropes then lowered her slowly, all the way down, until the man got under her and had her over his shoulder, her legs in front of him, and her head and upper body over his shoulder and draped behind him. She could surmise that she was actually probably taller than him, but he seemed to be stronger than he looked.
As a brothel worker worked to undo the buckle connecting her to the chain that was hanging her, the man groped her rear and thighs eagerly, causing her to spasm and giggle despite herself.
The crowd cheered, coins were tossed as they clapped and seemingly congratulated him.
They all seemed so happy, Caitlyn thought to herself. And… it was because of her? Was she helping people already?
Caitlyn lifted her head up to look at the crowd. The red string biding her and her legs caused her to twitch as they rubbed against her in a lazy rhythm, using her to experience a laughing fit so sudden that she nearly chocked. She then calmed herself, and said:

“Let me help you… let me help you and everyone else.”
The person didn’t seem to notice, as he seemed more intent on rubbing his hands over her backside, making her suppress another giggle.
With her draped over her, he walked eagerly towards the velvet curtain, towards the lover’s room the brothel workers had directed him towards.
The crowd screamed and hollered behind them, and Caitlyn looked up as she was carried off, her face twisted in a feral grin she couldn’t stop, and a feeling that she wanted to either laugh or cry, but wasn’t sure which she wanted to do. Or why.
And somewhere deep in the back of the room…
…a line began to form for her next round.
Vi felt as though her eyes and body were on fire. She was beyond angry, and crying, and simply collapsed from what she saw, despondent and broken, knowing her sister was gone, and that she’d also broken someone who was a good person and wanted to help their city.
In the room, the door shut with a soft click.
The light inside was low and red, warm in colour but barely heated. The walls were quilted with faded velvet that was torn in some places, and stained with unknown fluids in others.
The man carried Caitlyn to the heart shaped bed draped in red bedsheets and laid her down, almost reverently, on her side. Caitlyn twitched as her back touched the fabric.
She then giggled as she strained her head to turn and look up at the man standing over her, thinking to herself:

“He needs me. And I said I wanted to help the people of Zaun, so I should… help, him. Shouldn’t I?”
Her arms were still bound behind her back, with her knees still tied behind her back to her wrists, keeping her in the awkward hogtied position. The red string clung to her like paint, causing her to twitch and spam whenever she breathed or tried to move.
Slowly, unblinking, the man bent down over her, and just stared.
His hands hovered over her skin, as if not believing she were real. And then, reverently, but also hungrily, he grabbed at the strings, and began undoing them.
It took time, and he didn’t lose his patience. He didn’t yank or pull. He undid them, loop by loop, looking for the knots, and ending them, one at a time. Each tug and removal left a pale indentation on her skin - around her breasts, across her flat stomach, between and around her thighs.
Her chest rose and fell, her smile seemingly permanent, almost feral. Every so often, a look of misgiving flashed in her mind and on her face, but every movement made that look be replaced with a giggle or a grin. Her body trembled every time a string was loosened. But it wasn’t from pain. Or fear.
She wasn’t sure what it was.
The, the last loop of string slipped off her ankle and was tossed onto the floor.
Caitlyn, the Enforcer who hours earlier had been in her Enforcer uniform, which she wore with pride, now lay completely naked and exposed. Her skin flushed and glistening as she lay twitching faintly on the bed.
Her legs were spread slightly apart from the way the rope had pulled them when it was taken off, and her chest was rising and falling in little, halting gasps.
She looked up at him. Her eyes were wide, her pupils blown and a mix of blue and glowing pink, and her mouth was slightly open. She was smiling, but not sure why. Unknown to her, Jinx had made her way to another hidden room, and was watching what was unfolding, leaving a despondent and beaten Vi behind.
“He’s going to touch me now,”, Caitlyn thought to herself, “that will make him feel better, right?”
He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, and slowly took her foot into his trembling hands. He stared at her foot, his long bony fingers wrapping around her heel, his thumb brushing over her arch.
Then slowly, as if he’d never seen or touched a foot before, he slowly brought it to his mouth, and licked the ball of her foot, before giving a slobbery, hungry kiss. He then repeated the action with the sole of her foot and her toes.
Caitlyn’s body jerked, and she gasped as if she’d been dipped in cold water. Unbeknownst to her, Jinx, watching from the peephole, began licking her lips as her breath became more laboured.
Caitlyn let out a yelp, before saying:
“Ahh, hhaahaha!” She gasped.
Her hips twitched and there eyes spasmed as she lay on her back and stared up at the the dark red ceiling, wondering:

“Why am I feeling something between my legs? He’s nowhere near there, why did it feel like—“
“Haaahh, hahaha” she gasped again as he began moving up her foot to her lower leg.

He moved to her calves next, kissing slowly up each one.

Each time his lips touched skin, her body arched like a bowstring.
She was laughing now, full-bodied, breathless, half-moan and half-sob. Her back hit the mattress in short rhythmic jolts — a shimmer-triggered pleasure cascade, not a true climax but a series of echoes that kept bringing her to the brink of one.
“I don’t understand”, she thought to herself “I don’t want this, do I? Is this how I help Zaun?”
But as she thought this, the shimmer feedback from the man’s touches kept rewarding her with a dopamine hit, making her euphoria override her silent lingering doubts of what she was doing.
As she was trying to maintain some semblance of control, he climbed over her, his lips moving up her thigh, over her toned belly, up to her chest — kissing her breasts, suckling her nipples hungrily for a moment before dragging his tongue up the line of her throat.
Her face was flushed, damp, trembling. It was like a sensory overload. She was on the verge of hyperventilating, but managed to keep herself coherent.
He then kissed her cheek. Then her other cheek. Her nose. Her eyelids.
And then her mouth.
All kisses were hungry. Sloppy. But her body didn’t care, and it was forcing her not to care, either.
“I feel like I’m going to explode”, she said to herself as she whimpered and moaned.
“Please… let me … help you” she tried to say, but didn’t know why she said it.
He moaned, as if not acknowledging or caring to listen to her words.
And then, finally, he undid his pants and entered her.
Her body seized — not from pain, not from fear.
From something much worse:
Pleasure that, on some level, she knew, didn’t belong to her.
Her head lolled back.
She started to hyperventilate — panting, giggling, moaning, twitching uncontrollably.
Her thighs wrapped around him on reflex. Her arms clawed at his back. Her nails left shallow marks on his skin.
She whispered, through shaking lips:
“I’m here to help… you. I’m hear to help… the people of Zaun.”
And when he kissed her again, she came.

And came.

And kept coming. An endless orgasm that didn’t weaken or exhaust her, but seemed to sustain her.

He stayed inside her long after he’d finished.
He didn’t move. He just breathed.
As if being inside her — wrapped in her warmth, drowned in her gasping, shivering ecstasy — made him feel whole for the first time.
He leaned down and kissed her again. Sloppily. Everywhere.
Her cheeks. Her mouth. Her eyelids. Each touch activated her shimmer feedback in a seemingly endless loop.
He licked her ear, whispered something she didn’t hear, and buried his face in her shoulder, thanking her.
Eventually, slowly, reluctantly...
He withdrew.
She whimpered softly — not out of want, but because her body reacted to the loss of heat and touch with another shimmer-pulse.
He sat on the edge of the panting, panting. Crying.
She lay there, legs spread apart, twitching, her chest rising and falling as her breath hitched in soft post-orgasmic laughter. It was like an aftershock of euphoria that was taking it’s time leaving her body.
The man turned and looked like he wanted to enter her again, but before he could, a voice rang out from the door. Jinx’s voice.
“That’s enough, sweetheart. You’re not the only person she’s here to help.”
Caitlyn slowly, sat up, propping her elbow at her sides to see Jinx standing at the door as the man shuffled past her and left. Jinx and the same smile on her face, but at the back of it, it seemed to Caitlyn like there was something else in Jinx’s smile. Something… hungry. But something she seemed content to wait on, at least, for the moment. Jinx had dumped Vi in another room, tired of her crying and whimpering. Why couldn’t she just be happy for Caitlyn? The Piltie was helping the people of Zaun, wasn’t she? Jinx shook away the thought, and decided her selfish sister could stay in that empty room, Jinx on the other hand, would focus on the piltie, who was doing such a good job of helping people.
Later…
She didn’t remember how many there had been.
Three? Four?
The faces blurred together — hungry, trembling, sick, worshipful. Some smelled like blood. Some cried when they finished. Some called her a miracle.
But each time the door opened...
And each time they touched her...
Her laughter got louder.
One man bit her neck and called her a “blessing."

Another licked the soles of her feet and made her giggle so hard she snorted.
One held her upside down and used her like a swing — she orgasmed just from his grip.
And after each session, her body was sweat-slicked, flushed, soaked, her thighs trembling.
And after each one, like clockwork...
Jinx entered.
Smiling. Humming.
She’d kneel by the bed, brush Caitlyn’s damp hair from her eyes, and coo:
“You did so good, cupcake. You made them all feel so good. I knew you could do it, I’m so proud of you, cupcake.” Caitlyn would stare back with a distant look, and look like she was about to cry, before a feral grin would give way to a tortured and tired laugh.
She’d then wipe Caitlyn down. Washing her thighs, her mouth, her whole body. Gentle and efficient. Like she was preparing one of her dolls for display. And each time, she’d whisper to an exhausted Caitlyn:

“One more sweetie, just one more to go.”
And each time, Jinx had a different, hungrier look in her eyes, when she looked down at the nude Enforcer.
After the last client, Jinx came in slower, and while she was still smiling, there was something different, something hungrier, about her this time.
There was no rush now. No queue. Just Caitlyn laying there — giggling in a haze, thighs sticky, body quivering.
And Jinx would wash her again.
But this time, she didn’t stop after the cloth passed over her hips.
This time, she slowly tossed the cloth to the side…
…and touched her.
Fingers easily slipped between Caitlyn’s slick folds, thumb stroking, palm pressing to her belly.
Caitlyn arched immediately, a ripple of giggles bursting from her chest. It was a laugh, but a laugh that sounded almost tortured, like a cross between a laugh and a cry. But it soon turned into a series of giggles, with Caitlyn putting a hand over her mouth as if to cover a cough.
“Ohh, ahhh, hahahahhh!”
Her legs kicked lightly. They should have kicked harder and stronger, but truth be told, her body was exhausted. Her head lolled back onto the bed as she gasped. Her nipples peaked as her chest heaved.
Jinx then leaned in and kissed her neck. Then her ear. And then, her mouth.
“You’re so perfect, cupcake,” Jinx whispered happily between kisses.
“I’m so glad I made you better, so that you could help people. And I’m so happy I fixed up up so good, that you’ll never go back to being that old, broken person you were before” she said with a grin.
She then licked the sweat from Caitlyn’s stomach, stroked her breasts with her palms, then crawled up to cradle her fully.
Caitlyn panted against her skin, still laughing and giggling at the touch. And for the briefest of moments, and for reasons Caitlyn couldn’t figure out why, she let out a sob, a cry, before another spasm of shimmer infusion made her transform that cry back into a giggle that reverberated throughout her exhausted body.
Jinx smiled at the sudden change, at the small cry, but also at her almost instant correction back into a happy state. She then leaned in and kissed an exhausted Caitlyn on her lips, and said “c’mon, cupcake. You did so good tonight. Time to go home.”
Later that night, Caitlyn lay naked on the oversized cushion bed in the back of Jinx’s room — eyes glazed, body twitching faintly with aftershocks.
Jinx held her close, one leg thrown over Caitlyn’s bare thighs, a bottle with a nipple tilted into her mouth.
A bottle of warm milk laced with more of her special shimmer cocktail dribbled down her chin.
Caitlyn made a move to wipe at the dribble, but Jinx wiped it with her thumb.
“Shhhh, drink it all, baby” she cooed. “You need all your strength. You made five people happy today, but you know, there are still a lot of unhappy people in Zaun that need you.”
“Mmhm”. Caitlyn said, as if agreeing, or thinking she should agree, while she was still trying to finish the glowing drink Jinx was feeding her. So Caitlyn continued to suckle while taking deep breaths to calm herself, her body still recovering from the night at the brothel. In truth, her arms were limp. Her hips shifted every so often, as though it were remembering some of the positions it was in when she was taken by those five people.
Jinx then ran her fingers through Caitlyn’s matted blue hair, cooing softly as she said with a grin:
“You did so, so good tonight. They love you. They all loved you. And they’ll keep loving you as long as you keep helping them. But, you know who loves you the most?” Jinx finished, letting her voice drop, as if ready to divulge some great secret.
Caitlyn paused and looked up towards Jinx, as if unsure if she was supposed to guess. Jinx then let out a grin and kissed Caitlyn’s forehead, causing a micro shiver that made her twitch and have a short giggle.
“Me. I love you the most, cupcake,” Jinx said happily.
“You’re my little cupcake. My perfect cupcake,” she breathed.
Caitlyn’s lips parted, feeling as if she should say something, or feeling that the word ‘cupcake’ meant something else that she should remember. But before she could, Jinx pulled the bottle from her, set it down, and leaned in, kissing Caitlyn on her temple, and then leaning down and planting a soft, almost delicate, kiss, on her lips, before pulling her onto her lap and rocking her slowly as she cuddled her, saying:

“The people of Zaun are always gonna need you…”. Jinx paused before saying.
“And I’ll always be there to make sure you’re ready to help them. Every last one,” she breathed.
“Now, let’s give you a bath and put some oil on you to keep you super soft,” Jinx said.
Caitlyn felt like there was a voice telling her to say no, but a shimmer twitch made her forget. She silently followed Jinx to a small porcelain tub, where Jinx made her stand in it and then wash her with a cloth before taking out a bottle of oil and rubbing it on her, humming and singing softly as she did. After that, she took her back to bed and made her lay on her back while she tucked her head under the Enforcer’s chin to cuddle.
Later, Jinx sat up and took Caitlyn by the hand, as if she were a child. Caitlyn followed wordlessly, feeling strange as her cold feet shuffled against the cold floor.
She walked unsteadily, her knees still weak. Her skin was damp with the last bath, shimmer oil clinging faintly to her thighs and chest. She was still naked, but it didn’t feel wrong anymore.
Or maybe… it just didn’t feel like anything.
A tall mirror stood at the end of the graffiti laden corridor, framed in rusted iron. Lit from above with a haze-pink shimmer lamp. It cast no shadows. Just light. Light and truth.

“Stay here,” Jinx whispered with a grin. She then turned to Caitlyn and motioned her to come closer.
“Let’s take a look at you know, cupcake.”
Caitlyn stepped forward.
She looked. And for a second — just one flicker of a breath — she didn’t recognize the girl in the glass.
The body was familiar. Tall. Strong. Her shoulders had once carried authority. Her hips had once carried speed.
But now… now her arms just hung limp at her sides, her lips parted in a blank smile that looked, no, felt, like it hadn’t been earned — just practiced. Just taught. Fake. Her body was still toned and fit, but it just seemed like something was missing. Something on the inside.
Her legs were marked faintly from rope. But she knew the marks would fade. Her neck was bare. Her eyes, though still blue, were glassy. And every so often, when a draft or breeze made her shiver, she could see a flash of a pink glow, and feel the onset of a giggle that she still couldn’t place. Or stop.
She just just looked, or felt… flushed. Fragile. Empty.
And standing behind her, almost a head shorter — was Jinx.
Small. Delighted. Possessive. Wearing those strange pants, her trademark black shirt with the X shape, her arm sleeves, and oversized combat style boots, with her long blue hair falling in pig tails on both sides and a long bang of blue hair coming down one side. Her pasty white skin seemed almost unnatural against Caitlyn’s own porcelain skin. But it was just something about the diminutive girl standing behind her, while SHE, was naked, that felt… strange? Or wrong?
And the smile, the look of satisfaction on Jinx’s face. Like a child who’d finished building something they’d made after they’d broken it into a million pieces. Caitlyn couldn’t understand why she felt this flash of anger and a need to cry, but before she could process why she was feeling the way she was feeling, a surge of shimmer pulsing through her body caused her to twitch and let out an involuntary grin, staring sheepishly at her reflection.
But still, she took a step backwards, whispering in a voice tinged with confusion and, was it, recognition of something that was wrong?

“What’s… me. What… what happened to me?”
Her voice shook near the end, and her chest hitched. She almost didn’t notice Jinx wrap her arms around her from behind, shushing her and telling her she was perfect. And for the briefest of moments, she felt like she was going to sob. A sob that, on some level, she felt was long overdue.
But then it came.
That quiet internal pulse.
A flicker under her skin — like nerves humming wrong. Like memory folding into instinct.
The shimmer in her blood did its job. It didn’t ask permission.
Her breath caught in her throat.
She blinked again.
Her tears didn’t fall.
Instead...
She smiled.
The same confused, almost feral grin she’d worn when she was helping those people who “needed her.”
“There she is,” Jinx said in a soft, almost playful voice, from behind, as she wrapped her ams around her even tighter, resting her cheek against her bare back. She then let one arm drop, and let her fingers trace the counters of Caitlyn’s toned body, from her hip to her ribs, then down to her navel, whispering happily:

“You’re so soft,”
“You’re so good at helping people,”
“You’re so perfect…” she finished with an almost wistful tone, “and so mine,”
Caitlyn’s gaze wavered as she looked down, as if conceding that whatever it was she may have been feeling earlier, maybe didn’t matter anymore. She then leaned back into the smaller girl’s arms, her body responding before her mind gave it permission to do so.
Slowly, Jinx began to rock her gently.
The mirror showed Caitlyn everything.
A grown woman — tall, bare, trembling when not twitching — resting like a broken reed in the arms of someone who was half her size.
The mirror didn’t lie.
It showed submission.
But not chosen.
Not spoken.
Just... learned.
A part of her somewhere, told her she should feel outrage. Feel violated. Feel anger.
But instead…
Caitlyn let out a tiny giggle.
It was fragile. Uncertain. Unexpected.
She didn’t giggle because she found anything funny about what she was looking at in the mirror.
She giggled because her body was telling her it was the right thing to do.
And in the mirror...
She watched her own smile widen without her wanting it to.
And the last vestiges of those voices telling her not to… were growing quieter and quieter.
Later the next night, they walked through a secret passageway that led to a tunnel that ran under the brothel.

Caitlyn followed Jinx, who was holding her by the hand. She was wearing her full Enforcer uniform, although she had a dark grey cloak that was covering her down to her knees, showing only her brown boots clicking on the stoned floor. Jinx was wearing her using outfit, and had a cloak as well, although she wore it loosely, not really caring who saw her.
Caitlyn’s hips still trembled, as if her body still remembered the previous night. The remnants of shimmer pulsed quietly in her chest — a rhythm of need she no longer questioned, because she wasn’t sure if the answer really battered anymore.
They emerged into a lower chamber, deep in the Narrows. The smell was rancid and the room was humid and dark.
The ceiling was low. The air thick with steam and smoke. Makeshift seats were arranged in a circle, surrounding a central platform — mattresses, crates, cushions in dark grey and purple colours, all looking worn and peeling in some places.
As they moved towards the platform, Caitlyn turned to look at the people already gathered. They were wearing tattered and torn clothing. Clothing that either didn’t fit, or was so old, that it was literally falling off them. Caitlyn narrowed her gaze to look at the faces of the people.
Men. Women. Of various age. Healthy. Unhealthy. Ones that looked strong. Once that looked weak. Half-shimmered people that looked young. Junkies. Veterans. The forgotten.
All waiting.
For her.
All staring.
At her.

Caitlyn felt a hitch in her throat, as if unsure of what she was supposed to do. But before she could try to process any thoughts, Jinx walked up to her, pulling down her cloak, and kissed her on her cheek, causing a micro pulse of shimmer to make Caitlyn grin for a moment.

“Go on, cupcake, show them you’re not a threat. Show them you’re here to help them.”

Caitlyn took a breath, and stepped forward, everyone’s eyes on her. Jinx held out her arms, and Caitlyn took off her cloak, revealing her Enforcer uniform. The people exchanged wary and angry glances, some scared and looking around, as if expecting more Enforcers to arrive. But Jinx placated them and told Caitlyn to continue. Caitlyn looked around, then at Jinx, and then began removing her gloves and undoing her shoulder pads. She then began undressing, and giving every piece for Jinx to hold. She saw the wariness on the faces lessen, and a more… hungry look, emerge instead as she was down to her boots, and the uniform, the shoulder pads, glove sleeves and buckles removed. She then stripped down to her undergarments before removing the last of her clothing, her underwear and panties, and putting the bundle, along with her boots and stockings, in Jinx’s hands. She looked back at Jinx, who nodded for her to continue, and she then stepped forward onto the platform. As she did so, the crowd slowly began to cheer softly, then with more conviction.

“I’m showing them I’m not a threat, and that I’m here to help them,” Caitlyn said to herself.

After lying down on the round platform, she was arranged by the people who began to approach her, one by one. She was arranged, not roughly or forced, but positioned. Laid on her back, her legs spread. Her arms open. As tentative smile, half feral, half unsure. A smile she didn’t remember deciding to wear, but somehow did so anyways.

One after another, they approached. And reached out to touch her.
Some whispered a muttered thanks.
Some just touched her — a hand on the chest, a cupping of her breasts, a kiss to the knee, a press of fingers to the curve of her hip.
Some climbed over her.
Some just held her.
Some just watched.
And each time —

With each whisper, each touch, each brief entrance or greedy, craven kiss—
Her body reacted.
Her back arched. Her laughter rose.
Not because it felt good.
But because her body no longer craved permission from her to react the way she wanted it to. And her mind was starting to follow the lead her body was taking. Reacting in muted euphoria whenever she was touched, groped, kissed, held. Ignoring whatever distant voices in her head were telling her to feel.
Her body was responding only to input.
And her shimmer-infused body always rewarded compliance.
She laid on her back as they continued for what went on for more than an hour at least.
Afterwards, she was carried back to the upper level in Jinx’s arms after she was redressed.
Her body shook — not from fear or shame, but from sheer exhaustion. Her skin glowed. Her mouth was half open. Her body was slick with sweat.
She didn’t speak.
But she didn’t need to.
After stripping her down to complete nudity, Jinx laid her on the nest bed and cleaned her gently with a cloth. She ran oil over her thighs and combed her dark blue hair carefully while she hummed to herself.
After that, she lifted Caitlyn into her lap, and held her like a child. For a moment, it felt like an out of body experience for Caitlyn, as she felt like she could see herself from a third person’s view from above. She was naked, and laid out on Jinx’s lap, her head resting on Jinx’s chest. Her arms were limp at her sides, her long legs partially spread, her chest heaving as her body periodically twitched, and Jinx was using one hand to rub her flat stomach and heaving breasts, while the other hand was occupied with the bottle.
A bottle that Jinx was pressed to the Enforcer’s lips. A drink of warm milk tinged with the pink glow of her special shimmer cocktail, which she’d make specifically for her special cupcake.
“Drink, cupcake, drink,” Jinx whispered. “You earned it. You did so good today. You made so many people happy. I’m so proud of you,”, Jinx said, as though she were speaking to a child.
Caitlyn drank. Slow. Obedient.
Her head rolled up against Jinx’s chest. Her fingers curled against her thigh.
She felt like she was missing something. She felt like something was wrong. But she couldn’t tell what. Maybe she should say something to Jinx?
As those thoughts ran through her head, Jinx leaned down and kissed her softly on her cheek, and then kissed her again on her lips, gently stroking her cheek with her other hand before letting it wander over her breasts before cupping them, one after the other, and letting it rest there. She then whispered in Caitlyn’s ear:

“You helped so many people in Zaun today. And tomorrow, we’ll do it again, and you’ll get to help even more.”
Jinx then turned off the table light that was next to the bed, and curled up next to Caitlyn, cuddling next to her, kissing her neck as she nuzzled her face just under her jaw. She let out a contented sigh as she felt the shimmer in Caitlyn cause a twitch which was followed by a giggle. Jinx decided it was a sound she loved to hear, and wanted to hear it again.
As Jinx continued to kiss Caitlyn, the Enforcer felt as if something were missing. Or something was wrong. She was helping people, but for some reason, it didn’t feel right. But before she could give more thought to what she was feeling, the shimmer pulse made its way across her body as Jinx’s kisses began landing on her more and more, disrupting her attempted train of thought. After some time, Jinx fell asleep, and Caitlyn, despite trying not to, fell asleep as well, exhausted, knowing that tomorrow would be a busy day.
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